The Little Boy And A Mouse Called Roy
In the countdown to Christmas, I’ve had my ear to the ground, in hopes of discovering, a jingling sound.
After patiently waiting, and walking the streets, I believe I’ve found the perfect story, a real Christmas treat.
Down on the corner is a house, light pistachio green. There is a mother, a father, a bright little boy, and a little mouse, in a little house, that the little boy, calls Roy,
Roy’s house is found, down on the ground, in a small hole in the hallway near where the hat stand is found.
Roy is small, round, and brown, polite to a T. Roy is the way he was born to be, polite and caring, just the way he wants to be. Roy lives alone, no other mice here you see. It is just mum dad, Roy and me.
So, I wrote to Santa, asking for nothing this year. Instead, I asked jolly Santa to send Roy a family, and a golden bell, brimming with cheer. That was the little boys, living is giving, Christmas idea.
On the eve of Christmas, we all placed gifts underneath the tree. I had made mine myself for mummy and daddy. My mummy’s name is Patricia while my Daddy’s name is Paddy.
I made a tiny tree for Roy that I left by his hole in the wall. He came out smiling, his nose twitched, I think he was glad. So glad for it all.
As I drifted to sleep, I thought of my dear Santa letter. Wishing Roy’s gifts would be delivered, making Roy happier, for the better.
When I woke Christmas morning, I was sure happy to see, that indeed no gift from Santa was left for me under the tree.
I then looked to the ground, where Roy’s house is found. I felt a tingle, I shivered, then I heard a jingle, a tiny bell was singing, singing to me, it was underneath Roy’s tiny Christmas tree.
I blinked my eyes, Roy was not alone, he had a new mouse friend now, now his house was a home. His friend was white, as white as snow. I named the little white mouse, I named him Jerome.
I was oh so happy, and oh so pleased, that I knelt down and cried, I cried on my knees. They weren’t tears of sadness, but tears of joy, for the golden bell, and Jerome, and Roy as well.
Next thing you know, by the tree magically did appear, a letter addressed, “To Roy’s Little Boy”. It just kept getting better, and better, it was simply the best.
I opened the envelope, inside was a note, a note from Santa, this is what Santa’s note wrote.
“Dear Little Boy, I was so pleased to read, your choice about giving to others in need. You requested no gift, a true Christmas sacrifice. It wasn’t long before the elves told my wife. Mrs Claus is the reason Roy has his new friend, but this letters not over, until you get to the end. Your love for others, mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers, really is something to see. Little boy now look up now, look up at the tree. I left you a present, I have left you a key. This key is special, it unlocks a chest, within it is placed what you love the best. My dearest child, always believe, that giving is better than receiving, especially when others are most in need.”
This is the story my ear found on the ground. A Christmas treat, pure and sweet, with the all-important jingling sound. I hear you all asking “What was in the little boy’s chest?”
“Come back again, I’ll tell you all next year, wait and see, watch this space. What was found in the chest is GOLDEN at best. The makings perhaps of a modern family……
Written by Russell Hawkins
